Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 65: Every injustice has its owner and its debtor has its owner

Fierce shouts flew past him, and Huang Zilong saw players and militiamen climbing up the city walls along the ladders.

The friendly soldiers raised their swords and slashed, and pink, green, and petroleum-colored blood mist sprayed from everyone's eyes along with screams and wails.

Two teammates were shot in the knees by crossbow arrows and fell from the top of the city wall, breaking their spines. Before dying, they even muttered, "In eighteen seconds, I will be a brave man again..."

More than a dozen shrewd players rushed down the city wall at the first opportunity, and worked together to open the Acropolis gate.

The players who were originally blocking the wall and waiting to climb the ladder immediately poured into the city through the spacious gate.

The moment the city wall was breached, the garrison officers in charge of the command system had only one thing on their minds: escape.

"Our army is defeated!"

"The bandits have entered the city!"

More and more flags of the Beggar Army poured into the city, and shouts from both sides rose and fell.

The officers hurriedly left the yamen, intending to escape by crossing the river from the south of the city while the beggars' army was still unstable in the city.

The gentry and landlords living in the Acropolis were running around like headless flies. If they had just fled, all their local properties would have been taken over by the beggar army.

But if he doesn't escape, his life will most likely be in danger.

The government troops, having lost their command and control, scattered in panic. Some warriors who would rather die than surrender formed a formation to fight back, but in the end they were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot and were defeated by the swift and fierce beggar vanguard.

Seeing the chaos, the remaining stragglers rushed into the alleys and houses to rob the people's property and food, and even killed and raped people in the streets. In a short time, many "yellow-name" military households and ruffians became red-named.

As time went on, all the coalition forces entered the Acropolis one after another and began to restore the chaotic order caused by the defeat of the government army.

The players formed groups of dozens and immediately dispersed throughout the city.

Someone with rich experience led his men straight to the Jinglisi, which was the "archives" of the Weisuo city.

This is like the first thing Xiao He did when he entered Xianyang was to take away the Qin government’s “database”.

Some people searched for defeated soldiers and fleeing troops to see if they could win one or two more military merits.

"Hey guys, come quickly, I found a red-named monster!"

"Ajie" found that the voices of the defeated soldiers immediately attracted the good brothers nearby.

All the companions were smiling happily, like hungry goblins who discovered an injured female adventurer. They rushed up with twisted expressions and strange smiles.

Seeing the volunteers charging towards them, the "red-name" ruffians who had just snatched away money, food, and cloth thought that the volunteer leader wanted to share some of the profits, so they handed over most of the wealth.

It turned out to be useless. The leader was hacked to death by the righteous soldiers. "Red names are weird!"

"My king, please spare my life! Please spare my life!"

Several ruffians, whose bodies were wrapped in cloth and silver, threw away their valuables, knelt on the ground and kowtowed for mercy, their tears and snot mixed together, the net scarves that bound their long hair fell off, and their messy hair was scattered, making them look like savages who had survived in the wilderness for years.

"The moment a red name appears on your head, you're dead."

A player grabbed a fleeing soldier by the hair, placed his dagger on his neck, and yanked the dagger sideways, causing blood to spurt out three feet away like a fountain.

The hooligans who were taking advantage of the situation to loot not far away were so scared when they saw the volunteers "cleaning up the streets" that they turned around and ran away.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" The defeated soldiers fled in all directions like mice, while the ferocious players followed them like cats and refused to let go.

A fleeing centurion was chased into a dead end, but he had no time to look back, as the brutal beggar army was not far from the corner.

The fear of death drove him to a desperate struggle for survival.

"Help! Please open the door! Help!"

He rushed to the houses and knocked on the doors one by one, praying that the people in the houses would open the door for him to live.

He banged on each door, and soon his knocking became more intense, turning into punching and kicking the doors.

He suddenly recalled the scene half a year ago. Normally, he only needed to kick these simple wooden doors, and someone would open the door with their head down to greet him, and would also offer a few hundred coins as "straw sandal money" before leaving.

And when he accepted the copper coins, he would spit in disgust and say a few vulgar words, but the next time he came, no one dared to say a word against him.

But now the Baihu has lost his authority...

No matter how hard he banged on the door or kicked it, no one opened it.

The captain became furious and kicked the dent in a wooden door with all his might.

With a click, the door was kicked open.

He rushed into the house. The small courtyard was crowded with the owner and his family.

The defeated soldier looked around and saw several people in the house, but only one man holding a kitchen knife was standing in the middle of the courtyard.

The rest of the children, women and children huddled in the house.

The whole family was very frightened, but their huddled facial features revealed an anger that had never been seen in the defeated soldiers.

The captain waved the sword in his hand. Although the people in the room had the advantage in numbers, they did not dare to step forward to attack.

This small detail encouraged him, as if the authority of the centurion that everyone admired had been restored to him.

He picked up a piece of wood and inserted it into the door as a bolt, then walked away from the wooden door.

He had just stuck the wooden stick in and stepped back a few steps when there was a loud banging sound from the door!
"Open the door, check the water meter!" "You have the guts to embezzle and pervert the law, but you don't have the guts to open the door!"

"You can't run away. This place is surrounded by 10,000 beggars. There's no room for them to stand, so they've resorted to standing on the roof."

Although the beggars outside the house were shouting exaggerated words, the captain knew that he was in great trouble.

He was quick-witted and took two steps at a time, grabbing the child and holding his knife against the child's neck.

"Ah!" The woman screamed, as if she had burst out with infinite strength in an instant, and picked up a rolling pin and was about to fight with all her might.

She wanted to rush forward to retrieve her son, but when she saw the blade scratching his neck, her legs gave way and she knelt before the fleeing soldiers. She threw away the rolling pin in confusion and said, "Don't hurt my son! Please have mercy! He's just a child!"

With a loud bang, several burly men burst in through the door, and the players instantly saw the situation inside the house.

The government troops are really thieves who are killing the people!

"Don't come over here!" the captain roared, his voice hoarse and desperate like a trapped animal. "If you come any closer, I will..."

With a "puff", a flying knife hit the fleeing soldier's forehead, and blood flowed down the wound.

"mother!"

"Wen'er!"

The woman immediately stood up and took her frightened son into her arms, and the mother and son hugged each other and cried.

"It seems that after practicing the flying knife for many days, I am almost catching up with Li Xunhuan." "Ajie" held his head high and chest out proudly, and the brothers around him applauded and cheered for his unique skills.

"Damn it, I was really fooled by this guy." Lu Xiaobu gritted his teeth angrily.

"Zhang Xianzhong" looked around and saw a group of people with patched clothes huddled together and shivering. The condition of the houses was bare.

Even players from ordinary families couldn't help but sigh that compared with these poor people struggling to survive, their modern life was simply blissful as heaven.

The head of the house was clear-headed. Seeing the volunteers entering the city looking around as if they were looking for something, he quickly took out a string of copper coins from his pocket and hunched over to present them with both hands.

"Thank you for your hard work, Marshals. A small amount of money for straw sandals is not a token of respect..."

"Money, take it back, we don't want your money."

"Zhang Xianzhong" nodded to his teammates. Two players walked into the house. One of them picked up a defeated soldier's foot and dragged him out of the house.

Blood gushed out of the wound on his forehead where the flying knife had pierced his forehead, leaving a creepy bloodstain on the ground.

"Commander!"

The father suddenly knelt down, as if he thought the beggars were not interested in these few coins and wanted more. "I really don't have any extra money at home. I hope you will be kind enough to help me..."

"Oh, you still have some food at home."

A player broke into someone else's house, searched everywhere, and finally found food in a hidden corner.

"Master, you can't do this!" The father was horrified and quickly ran to the player and knelt down. At the same time, the other family members around him also knelt down. "This is the food rations for my family of six to survive the spring famine! Please!"

The father pleaded humbly, then looked back at his child and gritted his teeth as if he had made a major decision: "Just leave half! We can find a way to save some food and survive! But the child can't starve, General! Please!"

He prostrated himself before the leader of the Beggar Army and kowtowed desperately, causing his forehead to bleed.

The beggars didn't respond, but instead warned the player rummaging through boxes, "What are you doing? Don't you want the reputation and honor anymore?"

"Hehe, it's a habit I've developed from playing games. I can't help but rummage through drawers and cabinets when I enter the house."

"We never steal from poor people," Zhang Xianzhong said to his teammates, "Let's go and see if there are any other red-named monsters somewhere else."

Everyone wandered around for a while and then turned around and left.

Zhang Xianzhong, who was walking last, paused, took out a silver bean from his pocket and threw it in front of the father.

"This is compensation for the damaged door. Autumn is almost here, so I'll buy you some more food for your family."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the family of six looking at each other in confusion.

When the father rushed out of the house and came to the corner of the street to look for the beggar army, he could no longer find the commander-in-chief.

The silver beans that the beggars gave him weighed one or two taels, enough to buy some millet for the whole family to eat well.

Is all this true?

When the father saw a drop of blood dripping on the ground, he suddenly realized that his forehead was cut and bleeding, and it was burning with pain.

The wounds caused by kowtow just now reminded him that these were all real!

He held the tiny silver bean tightly, tears streaming down his face.

This was the first time in his life that he encountered volunteers who did not rob money or food when they entered the house, but instead gave silver as compensation after breaking the door.

A few years ago, Xinyang was attacked by bandits. His family fought hard to survive, but the family’s stored food and money were looted by Shangguan who took advantage of the chaos.

The father smiled.

He was sure that his family would have a better life this year because a volunteer army different from the previous ones had joined Xinyang.

(End of this chapter)